Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 1690: 140 Ascension Method_2

Chapter 1690: Chapter 140 Ascension Method_2

“Sect Master, make sure to sweep this area thoroughly! I do not wish to be disturbed even in the slightest when I close up for cultivation later!”

“Yes!”

The cold, black-clad youth responded swiftly.

With those words, the Demon Sect cultivators around him flew out, attacking the Rogue Cultivators and Jin Sect cultivators who were watching from afar.

The cultivators onlookers, seeing the Wanxiang Sect Master retreat at the slightest touch and now witnessing the Demon Sect cultivators charging towards them, immediately turned pale and fled in all directions.

Thus, under the chase and expulsion of the primitive Demonic Sect cultivators, no one dared to disturb the surroundings of the Evergoat Divine Mountain.

As for Han Yanzi, he hurried back to his own unique Dungeon long before.

Inside the Dungeon, the vast Blood Pool was slightly dried up. Around it stood a lone figure shrouded in dark red Blood Energy.

That figure was extraordinary; at the center of the forehead, there was a faintly visible, languid vertical eye that appeared and disappeared.

Han Yanzi’s gaze swept over the only remaining three-eyed figure, and a slight trace of fear flickered in his eyes:

“It was really close… If Wang Xu had held on any longer, the outcome could have been…”

But many things, though seeming accidental, are in fact inevitable.

He understood well that although the Martial Ancestor was terrifyingly strong, being able to fight against him, a Void Refining cultivator, despite being only a Class V, was ultimately still trapped by his realm, unable to truly threaten him.

Just like the Wanxiang Sect Master, who naively thought he could trade his life for his, yet with the Undying Divine Tree, his methods became much more flexible. Even with reliance on the Undying Divine Tree, he could easily force the Wanxiang Sect Master to expose himself under heavenly thunder.

This left the Wanxiang Sect Master no choice but to retreat helplessly because even a cultivator at Immortal Ascension Perfection couldn’t break through the defenses of the Undying Divine Tree.

This also prevented situations like Xun FuJun using the rules of the Little Cang World to achieve victory over strength from occurring again.

Th𝕀𝓈 𝕔h𝒶p𝐭𝖾r ɪ𝗌 p𝗼𝕤ƚ𝘦đ b𝕪 𝒦ı𝖙ᥱ𝘯𝑜𝖛є𝐥

From beginning to end, he only feared Hui Yunzi, Ye Cangsheng, and Wang Ba, who had reincarnated to cultivate anew as a Great Cultivator in the Unification Realm.

“However… I’ve finally seized the opportunity!”

Han Yanzi lowered his head, gazing at the Sea Pearl spinning gently in his hand, his eyes reflecting an irrepressible joy.

As the purest Primordial Spirit Essence Blood seeped into it, the pearl quickly traced his entire life’s accumulation at his will, eventually forming characters and images.

Seeing the characters and images on the Sea Pearl, his expression first froze. After quickly reading it over, he immediately burst into an uncontrollable wave of extreme excitement and joy:

“Ascension Method!”

“This is the Ascension Method!”

Hastily restraining his excitement, he read through it seriously once more. But this time, upon completing the careful reading of the method derived from the Sea Pearl, a trace of hesitation and worry appeared on his face for the first time:

“This method… It’s like giving birth after going through a death-like trial. Can it truly work?”

Yet soon, this trace of hesitation quickly vanished, replaced instead by his consistent determination and purity:

“Ascension!”

“I must ascend!”

“I must see, what The Heavens are like!”

“No one can stop me on this path!”

Quickly.

Orders were distributed from within the Dungeon.

Listening to the content of the Sound Transmission Talisman from Han Yanzi, a rare expression of turmoil and astonishment appeared on Shen Fu’s face:

“What is he planning to do? Needing so many people and cultivators, is there enough in the Little Cang World? Could it be another Blood Sacrifice?!”

“And in such a short time…”

These waves of turmoil and shock hit his heart like a stormy sea.

Soon, it transformed into deep pain, weighing down on him so much that even he found it hard to breathe.

Over the years, his hands had already been stained with too much blood.

Even if forced by circumstances, even if not his intention, ultimately…

Slowly closing his eyes, letting the pain gnaw at his heart like a toxic insect, but when the pain gradually numbed, he still opened his eyes, though now clear of confusion, replaced by determination and resolve.

“I will find you!”

“Definitely!”

…

Wanxiang Sect.

Before the mountain gate.

In Wang Ba’s indifferent eyes, a slight ripple finally appeared.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the familiar old head cradled in the hands of a decapitated body.

The eyes on the head stared wide open.

But the eyes bore no trace of life or aura, only a bleak darkness remained.

“The True Spirit… has it already dissipated?”

Feeling the empty and hollow body, for some reason, in a state fused with the Ice Daoist, Wang Ba, whose heart was usually indifferent and unfeeling, couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.

Then, he slowly reached out his fair hand, gently covering those wide-open eyes.

Muttering softly:

“Since you still honor me as your master… from this day forth, you shall be my third disciple.”

“I will bear all your cause and effect.”

“Your revenge… I will personally settle it for you as your master.”

“But wait a little longer, just a little longer.”

Heart surging with waves.

At this moment, he unexpectedly felt a slight, imperceptible progress in his long-stalled fusion with the Ice Daoist.

Yet, in his heart, no joy could arise.

Raising his hand again, the eyes on Wang Xu’s head finally closed, and the once angry corners of his mouth now took on a look of completion, peace, and a faint smile, as if finally relieved, achieving liberation.

In Wang Ba’s indifferent but slightly nuanced gaze.

This pitiable person, who since his youth had endured the chaos of the Three Continents and lost both his wife and mother, finally crumbled, ending his pitiful and tragic yet majestic, rarely matched, thrilling life in his lifelong pursuit of a grand vision.